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The frogs I’ve kissed

I kissed a frog once

And hoped it’d turn to a prince

But I’m not the princess of olden tales

So it still kept its tail

I wrote a love letter to a frog once

Told him I was sorry, it wasn’t my fault

That I loved him, that’s what I thought

But my frog hopped away

And I cried for a day

Seasons swam by and…

I met another frog

Let me tell you about the frogs I’ve kissed

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